Luyện nghe bài hát Compton 2 Filimoe

[Chorus: The + JT]
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't
to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. havin problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop

[JT the Bigga
They can't cop what the bricks'll
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to
Leather gloves the tips to toss
But the money was made from had to clip the boss
Smash at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the to pay
Cause the bags was my chain swangin like a ice capade
Got the feds twice this way
we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name
Compton to man the game is real
When you 15 get your stainless steel
Whole squad trained to kill, we official
And to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got for 3
it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga

[The
I got guns, guns, guns,
all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, know that
25 deep, up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the at
We got diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't beef with me
Cause they they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker them dubs up
Jacob got the on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill
Relax your mind and let drawers feel free
You're now to the sound of the Game and JT

[JT the Figga]
But you can't with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my
Make from the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the to bend
The things we go through I'm beatin ya
Got some homies do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my

[The
I'm not eatin your chocha or for the coach ma
I'm a pimp 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy and Hova
I fuck 'em with Billys and Novas
or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know it is, the gangster's back
And I my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm

- 2X